The Price of Freedom

Jenny Vee Steamy Stories

As I was chugging glass after glass, the sadness of my situation was getting numbed down. I couldn’t believe I was actually here. The doors to the balcony opened and I figured it was Jacob f*****g Bennett coming out to berate me so I didn’t bother turning around.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” the most alluring voice I had ever heard started speaking, and he had an accent British maybe, but definitely European. “And engaged to Jacob Bennett no less.”
Turning around to see who the stranger was, I was once again met with those piercing blues that caught me staring yesterday. He was looking utterly delicious, wearing a navy-blue tux that accentuated his eyes. It was perfectly sculpted to his body to where you could see every muscle movement.
“What are you doing out here, shouldn’t you be enjoying your engagement party inside?” He asked, tilting his head trying to get a good read on me.
“This is Jacob’s engagement party, I’m just along for the ride,” I replied with a smirk lifting my wine glass in toast.
He came closer, leaning on the edge of the railing, his head tilted over looking at me. I couldn’t look at him. I have lied to enough people tonight. “I didn’t see a ring on your finger yesterday.”
“There have been recent developments,” I chuckled. God, just yesterday I was single, and now I was engaged to a t**t. If that wasn’t top tier comedy, I didn’t know what was.
I could tell that I was a little bit tipsy, after all I had like 6 glasses of wine in less than 10 minutes. Mistakes would be made tonight; I could count on that.
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